A weekend away, a timeout within a timeout. Magical and golden despite the grey skies and rain. Driving without speed limits, just you and I. Across the border, another first. Rain splashing on the windscreen, wipers squeaking. Ah the rolling hills, and trees clad in autumn hues… the road winding through sun and rain across…
The other evening riding on my bicycle, I had a race with a big bad bus – and won! Okay, the bus driver didn’t know we were having a race. And he was just crawling along the side of the road as if looking for a good spot to park… but still. I sneakily raced…
The dragon breathes…his breath comes out in a white mistthat spreads low across Kasterleepark…and makes a criss-cross patternof icy rime on the glass outside.
november rain, a little delayed,falls gently, not in searing drops of ice shrouded in my red poncho i bike alongmy usual route takes me through streetsof soggy fallen leaves,once bright in autumn hues,now a uniform, nondescript brown the rain drums a rhythm on my poncho,drenching my hands as they hold the handlebars;my feet pedal a…
it was a sunny afternoon, with a cool breeze blowing. i’ve been wanting to take photos along my bike route. finally today all the prerequisites fell in place and i did. as i was wheeling my bike from one photo spot towards another, an old lady wheeling her bike in the opposite direction stopped and…
A relaxed lunch in an old Spanish restaurant with lovely ambience. A glass of red wine. Then a Spanish siesta on the couch brings on the best of dreams. Yet again to my beloved blue green water space… this time Ak and to a smaller extent Ad, feature in it. We are in a sea-creatures…
Found showcased in Weesperplein (a Metro station) in Amsterdam: A sheepish answer to Tom Lehrer’s “Cows with guns” (animated you-tube video)
a cat in controlled fury:cold green eyes, unblinkingtail in precise motion,she bides her timewaiting, watching –swish swash.
Was listening to “Shape of my heart” – Sting, and looked up its lyrics, part of which goes thus: “I know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of war” which I put up on my gmail status. Surprisingly my nerd brother chose to comment on it,…
The gay parade in Amsterdam is, like football, a public excuse to party and drink on the streets. People of all ages – literally from infants to octogenarians stream alongside the main canal, Princengracht, where the boats go in procession. Not only of all ages, but all ethnicities and sexual orientations too. Accompanied by peppy…
